Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United Kingdom and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Can,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.